chris ryder


John - Poem by chris ryder

i had a friend called john
i was like a son
we fought
we smiled
we had a great time

then a shadow came over me
like the wolf stalking its prey it waited
and waited
then it struck vicious and unfeeling

it took john away
it took him away from his son
and from me a father

i said some things not to be proud of
before....
before he left
he was so unhappy that day

sweet irony that the one thing that made him cry,
was the one thing that made him smile
i never said sorry
i still haven't

i feel him here now and then
but i still cant say it
i'm too ashamed

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 26, 2009



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